Chapter 296: Yuan Shen Gu Jian Zong (Requesting Subscription)

"Sigh… Brother need not go to such lengths."

Fang Xing sighed deeply: "I've offended countless cultivators from both orthodox and demonic sects just to hasten my Nascent Soul formation—better to lie low."

Chu Chu Kuangtu nodded, fell silent for a moment, then said: "So… Brother is leaving? Planning to head for the Hanhai Cultivation Realm?"

Fang Xing nodded, unshocked by being guessed: "I formed my Nascent Soul at fifty. I will surely reach Nascent Soul late stage and become a Great Great Zhenjun. If so… I must pursue the Dao of Transformation and even realms beyond it!"

"Of course…" Chu Chu Kuangtu's face lit with understanding: "Shallow waters can't hold a dragon. Your talent is wasted here in the Great Wasteland."

He himself was a rare cultivation genius, but compared to Fang Xing, he felt utterly ashamed—as if all his years had been lived like a dog's.

"A Nascent Soul at fifty… destined for Transformation, a Great Great Zhenjun assured."

At this thought, Chu Chu Kuangtu's heart grew warm.

Fang Xing now stood on equal footing with him—he could no longer overpower him.

Since he couldn't be an enemy, he must be an ally.

If he could bind himself to this one with Transformation potential, how glorious would the Heavenly Sword Sect become?

Fang Xing said nothing more, merely tapped his storage bag—a genuine "Nascent Soul Pill" flew out and landed in Chu Chu Kuangtu's hand.

"This 'Nascent Soul Pill' serves as my compensation to the sect."

He had seized most of the Divine Infant Fruits, depriving the Heavenly Sword Sect of countless Nascent Soul formation opportunities—he owed them something.

Moreover, Fang Xing was throwing out a brick to draw jade.

If, after receiving this priceless "Nascent Soul Pill," Chu Chu Kuangtu still didn't reveal anything, Fang Xing would turn and leave—never return to the Heavenly Sword Sect, sever all ties!

Thus, this single pill would settle all karmic debts.

"Brother is too courteous… That Fu Fu Hongyi lad wouldn't have gotten a single Divine Infant Fruit even without your intervention. Those demonic Golden Cores this time? None were ordinary… You wiped them out, effectively crushing demonic prospects for decades—your merit is immense."

Chu Chu Kuangtu tucked the Nascent Soul Pill away, feeling guilty, then tapped his storage bag—out came an iron sword token: "Our sect's founding ancestor, the Free Old Man, came from the Hanhai Cultivation Realm… He was once a disciple of the Sacred Sect, 'Yuan Shen Gu Jian Zong,' later dispatched to the Great Wasteland to establish our branch. This iron sword token is proof. The ancestor said: if any descendant of our sect shows extraordinary talent, they may carry this token and join Yuan Shen Gu Jian Zong… The Sacred Realm of the cultivation world surely hosts Transformation elders. With your talent, not joining Yuan Shen Gu Jian Zong would be a terrible waste…"

"Thank you, Brother, for this generous gift."

Fang Xing took the iron sword token, his heart leaping with joy.

Chu Chu Kuangtu went further, pulling out a jade slip: "The Hanhai Cultivation Realm lies immeasurably far from the Great Wasteland, filled with peril… This is the map left by our ancestor—take it for reference."

Fang Xing accepted it, his confidence solidified.

His journey to the Hanhai Cultivation Realm now held far greater certainty.

Yet, he had come to the Heavenly Sword Sect with another goal: to insert himself into the land-reclamation war.

After forming the Nascent Soul, cultivation grows far more difficult.

Many Nascent Soul cultivators lack even pills to boost their Qi—relying solely on arduous self-training.

The land-reclamation war offers one of the few opportunities to obtain fourth-rank spiritual herbs.

"I heard from Master Kong's disciple that our sect has taken a mission to exterminate the Azure Wave Cave's Azure Cold Jiao?"

Fang Xing bowed: "If Brother needs my help, speak freely!"

"Brother indeed has a difficult matter—if you're willing to act, it couldn't be better!"

Chu Chu Kuangtu said: "It's not the Azure Wave Cave's Azure Cold Jiao… Haha, with your aid, our sect no longer lacks Nascent Soul opportunities—why provoke that beast?"

"Then what you mean… is the Nascent Soul elder of the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Sect?!"

Fang Xing paused, then understood Chu Chu Kuangtu's plan.

This was indeed a perfect opportunity!

The Ten Thousand Forms Demon Elder was already no match for Chu Chu Kuangtu—add me, and he's dead for sure.

Perfect chance to erase past humiliation. After defeating the Ten Thousand Forms Sect, our sect gains vast strategic depth in the south.

That's already cultivated land—far more profitable than land reclamation!

"Exactly!"

Chu Chu Kuangtu said: "Before the ceasefire, all our Nascent Soul Zhenjuns swore heart-severing oaths, vowing no major war. Numerous fourth-rank restrictions ensure violation brings catastrophic consequences—even for Nascent Soul cultivators… But you're not bound by that pact."

"So… you want me to be the main force?"

Fang Xing gave no answer—he had no fear of any Nascent Soul cultivator, orthodox or demonic, at his current strength.

"Precisely! Now is the perfect moment… The Ten Thousand Forms Demon Elder will never expect your existence—this is his fatal blow."

Chu Chu Kuangtu sneered: "I'll endure great Qi damage, slightly violate the pact, give you cover, or block reinforcements—I can manage it. This time, we must at least destroy the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Elder's Nascent Soul body. Best to crush the Ten Thousand Forms Sect outright!"

The Ten Thousand Forms Sect has just lost a pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator and a Nascent Soul seed—now at its weakest.

If we kill the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Elder, we might truly wipe out the sect!

This sect shares deep hatred with me—they once tried to capture my true body to make a corpse-soul. "Killing a Nascent Soul cultivator is extremely difficult… Especially when the Nascent Soul escapes into the void—it ignores most spells and barriers, and moves at incredible speed."

Fang Xing shook his head: "How does Brother plan to handle it?"

"Oh? So Brother has confidence in destroying the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Elder's body? Do you have a method against Nascent Soul spirits?" Chu Chu Kuangtu's eyes gleamed—testing Fang Xing's abilities.

"Unfortunately… I don't."

Fang Xing shook his head.

In truth, this cultivation avatar has none—but his true body does!

Whether "Palace of Mountains and Rivers" from the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm, or "Wings of the Sun God" sealing the void—both are void-targeting techniques.

Their power exceeds the eighth realm—whether they can trap a Nascent Soul spirit remains uncertain.

But such trump cards are never revealed lightly.

Moreover… the highest control authority for the Sun God Wing mech still isn't his—he couldn't bring it to the cultivation world even if he wanted to.

"Sigh…"

Chu Chu Kuangtu sighed: "Then we must activate the sect's hidden treasure—the 'Nascent Soul Binding Net.' It's a fourth-rank secret treasure, usable only once… Has a seventy percent chance of capturing a Nascent Soul beginner's spirit."

Unlike Fang Xing, who has no weaknesses and cares only for himself, Chu Chu Kuangtu fears the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Elder escaping with his Nascent Soul and hunting down low-rank sect disciples.

Once the Nascent Soul escapes, it can possess a suitable body and restore its Qi in decades.

That's precisely why Fang Xing's rise from Foundation Establishment to Nascent Soul in decades was mistaken for a Nascent Soul possession.

"'Nascent Soul Binding Net'? Excellent!"

Fang Xing nodded: "I can damage the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Elder's body—after that, it's up to you."

…

The Five Sects, Ten Kingdoms region.

Fang Xing returned to this place, filled with nostalgia.

Years ago, he led troops here in battle—until the Ten Thousand Forms Sect broke all rules, sending a pseudo-Nascent Soul cultivator, forcing the Heavenly Sword Sect into total retreat.

Later, he crushed the Lord of the Wind Clan with one palm—barely turning the tide.

But neither side had strength to continue; they ceased war, drawing borders along actual control lines.

Fang Xing specifically visited the Five Elements Sect's evil vein, paid silent tribute, then pressed deeper into the Blood River Hall's territory.

The Blood River Hall was the strongest sect among the Five Sects, Ten Kingdoms—the Grand Master held late Golden Core cultivation.

Even during the great orthodox-demonic war, the flames never reached the Blood River Hall.

"Now, the Blood River Hall is the Ten Thousand Forms Sect's greatest vassal—and heavily favored."

Besides its Grand Master's late Golden Core strength, this place holds a medium-sized spiritual stone vein!

A medium-sized spiritual stone vein reliably produces mid-grade spiritual stones, occasionally yielding high-grade ones—immensely valuable.

Even the Blood River Hall can't hold such wealth—seventy percent must be surrendered to the Ten Thousand Forms Sect.

"The Ten Thousand Forms Demon Elder… should still be hunting bears on Black Cloud Mountain!"

Fang Xing hovered above the vein, silent in thought.

The fourth-rank transformed bear demon of Black Cloud Mountain had thick hide and superior earth-dodging skills—its speed underground was unmatched.

Like the Azure Cold Jiao of Azure Wave Cave, it used terrain to plague both orthodox and demonic forces.

Worse, if they abandoned the assault and turned to other wild lands, they risked having their rear cut off entirely!

With cultivators' locust-like nature, only true hard bones could make them halt land reclamation.

Now, starved for fourth-rank resources, even hard bones must be chewed.

The land-reclamation war was clearly progressing with extreme difficulty.

"Neither the frontlines nor within the Ten Thousand Forms Sect's territory is suitable for assassinating the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Elder…"

The former might involve other Nascent Soul demons; the latter, with fourth-rank arrays and hidden treasures, even Chu Chu Kuangtu dared not suggest it!

"Thus… we must lure him out… This old devil has a peculiar escape technique, but Brother Chu has already devised a countermeasure…"

Fang Xing's plan to lure the Ten Thousand Forms Demon Elder was simple: set fire to his rear courtyard—something only a Nascent Soul cultivator could handle.

The key lay in this Nascent Soul Great Zhenjun unknown to him.

He thought, pulled out a pitch-black corpse sack, and tossed it casually.

From a veil of black demonic cloud emerged five corpses, each with a different appearance, their masks engraved with the five characters: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth—"The Five Chaos Demons!"

Though useless in Fang Xing's hands, these five ruffians could stir the cultivation world's winds—certainly no match for the Blood River Hall's Grand Master!

(End of Chapter)